Let me explain, my father was in the Air Force, he met my brother’s mom in Hawaii she was Filipino he liked her style they tied the knot and popped out my Oldest Brother Glen. I not exactly sure of the amount of time they were married but one day somebody said fuck this shit. My dad moved back to Mississippi and Glen grew up between San Francisco and Hawaii no he was not gay at least I don’t think he was. I never really got to know him but from all reports he was exactly like me with one exception they said he had a drug problem. Now I have smoked a little weed here and there (and allot of weed There and here LOL) so when someone says someone has a drug problem I got too see if it is really what he or she say it is. Well my brother died three months after my son was born. I was at work and my mom called me and told me the news. He was living in San Francisco at this time and I was in Jackson, MS. I called LP and asked if he knew someone who could get me a flight to California in two days, he said no problem. He made a call and got me a ticket for an extremely friendly rate. (Membership has its privileges) I landed at the Oakland airport and my brother’s family picked me up. Now what you have to realize is that NONE OF THESE PEOPLE ARE BLACK. They ran the gambit of Asian, Filipino and mixed but nothing like me, from the Black Man motherland of Mississippi. (Hey Al Sharpton I didn’t say Nigga an please believe I am going to discuss you and Aaron McGruder http://www.adultswim.com/shows/boondocks/comic/)
I went to the wake and there were allot of older people there and I was really kind of broken up. I saw a mirror reflection staring at me from a fucking coffin. It is fucked up seeing the big brother that I never really knew laying there. I felt really bad that we were not closer. I cried because I don’t look like my moms other sons, but this dude could be my fucking twin. We were there for a while and after that we went to Dot’s (his mom’s) house. She was a pretty older woman; you know she was a bad bitch in her day. She hugged me like she was seeing a ghost. It was strange to have people watch me and make comments on how much we are alike, how we moved the same and the way I stood up was just like the way he would stand. Someone asked about me dating and I said, “I love women but I keep running into a bunch of idiots.” When I said that shit all of their eyes got huge. His mom said that when I said that I sounded exactly like her son. She cried and walked out of the room. Yeah this fucking sucks, I put up my cloths and took a shower.
I slept on the couch at my brother’s mom’s crib, got dressed and went to the funeral. I shed more tears than I am comfortable admitting, but after the funeral we returned to Glen’s moms house. When we were there someone started taking pictures here are the shots http://www.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=67b0de21b303070905a4 my name is Brad for those who don’t know. This is when I had facial hair so I look just like this but no mustache it was like three years ago. The FOOD WAS so fucking good At one point in time I had a woman feeding me, another rubbing my shoulders and another bringing me something to drink. Iz a country boy so like this a lot. But after a while the afternoon was starting to settle everyone down. The guys and the girls started separating and going their own way. I went with two of my brother’s relatives (you see that is very important that you understand that these were like second cousins of my brother and NO relation to me) we went to a mall, to grab some more food and just talked. Then we went to see Spiderman. We came back to Glen’s moms house and exchanged information. I asked my mom when I got home was I related to any of them. She said nope witch is the same as saying Play Ball… I contacted well wait what can I call her cuz she got one of them names that’s easy to trace…………………..Lisa that is a good name for her. We talked on the phone for a while and after a long time she and one of her girls flew out to Mississippi and spent a few days with me. It was nice I would go to work after I got home they would be cooking, walking around looking beautiful and shit. It was so player, I sent people through to make sure they were cool. I had a stick at the time and neither of them could drive a stick. One night after the club I was timid at first but I let her get some (she came so far it was the least I could do) LOL…
Well time pasted and we would keep in touch and lose touch, and I moved to Houston. Okay she called and said “Hey I’m coming to see you in Houston these California bitch ass niggas getting on my nerves” I said okay. Now what I didn’t say was I was going through one of those times that I really don’t want to have sex. I know its fucking crazy but every few years I lose my entire sexual appetite. I didn’t tell her this before she came out here. (Apparently she didn’t just come out here for my company I feel so used) She was trying to get close and I explained it to her, she called her girl and started laughing at me. (WTF) Game over its time to bone, she left with rug burns on her back (I didn’t own a bed yet LOL I love the fact that I attract really good pussy.) It was just us nobody else in the crib so she didn’t have to keep the noise down this time. Her friend was right out side last time so I had to be fucking gentle. That pussy is a fool, so yeah she got the business. We still speak from time to time. I wonder should I tell her about Nikki? Well when she reads this I’ll see if she wants to know.
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